Page 72 of Anteros' Return

My lips parted, allowing his tongue access. It clashed ferociously with mine, the need and desire we both felt building rapidly. He kissed me with feeling and meaning, deepening the kiss without a second thought. My fingers fisted his hair as I let out a whimper I couldn’t control.

He laid me down on the sheets, his body hovering over mine. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Em,” he whispered before lowering his lips to my neck, alternating between gentle and rough kisses.

He hooked his thumb in the waistband of my satin shorts, tormenting me by pulling them down slowly. “Is this what you want?” he murmured against my neck.

“Y-yes…” I just about managed as I began to lose myself with each passing second.

He pushed my shorts down in one abrupt motion. It wasn’t until his finger skated over my apex that he quickly realised I was naked beneath the satin.

“Open your legs for me.” Without a second thought, I parted my knees as he dropped between them. “Good girl.” He growled against my inner thigh, breathing me in. He traced his fingers up my leg, followed by a trail of kisses that sent my mind spiralling.

His warm breath brushed against my pussy, sending tingling waves of sensation through my body. The rhythmic rise and fall of his exhale created a delicate dance of heat and anticipation that made every nerve in me come alive. This man knew exactly what he was doing to me, and I knew he loved every single second just as much as I did as he fluttered his tongue back and forth across my clit, sending a pulse of desire and need through me.

With every thrust of his fingers after they entered me, I whimpered as I clung to the edge. Blood thundered in my ears as the pleasure crescendoed. He gripped my thigh as he removed his tongue from my clit.

“B-Beck—” I gasped as he sucked on my clit again, my hips bucking from the bed.

“You taste like mine, Em.” His voice vibrated against me, creating a low hum through my body. “Do you want me to fuck you, is that what you want?” His voice low and husky as he bought his body flush to mine, every inch of him pressing against me.

“Yes… P-please,” I whimpered, his fingers fisting my hair to bring my mouth to his, sucking whatever air remained from my lungs. “Please,” I begged. The hold this man had on me was something else. There was nothing quite like it.

“Fuck, I love it when you beg.” He purred against my lips. “I missed it.”

I watched with bated breath as he rose to his feet. With a swift motion, he pushed his sweats down, his cock prominent and eager as it sprung free. The veins etched across its surface seemed to pulse with anticipation.

He teased my pussy with the head of his cock as short breaths left my lips. I awaited what came next.

“Beg me again, Em,” he demanded.

“Please, Beck.” I gave in, giving him what he wanted. He pushed his cock inside of me as I bit down on my lower lip, letting him fill me inch by inch. “I don’t need slow, Beckett,” I whispered.

A primal moan left his lips as he thrusted inside me, harder and faster than before. “I know how you like it, Em.”

“Beck—” I cried out as my fingers dug into his shoulders.

Every word Beckett whispered was like a dark caress, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. "You're mine, Emily," he murmured.

His lips crashed onto mine, hungry and demanding, as if he wanted to devour me whole. I could taste his desire, his need for me, and it sent a wave of heat through my veins.

He pulled away slightly, his eyes locked on mine, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “Fuck, I’ve missed this pussy.” His words were raw as they sent a throb of desire between my legs. “You're fucking mine." His voice sent me spiralling, my body clenching around him, my nails digging into his flesh. I could feel my orgasm building. A wave of pleasure threatened to consume me. "Every inch of you belongs to me." His voice was low and feral, a primal rhythm that matched the pulsing of our bodies. I couldfeelhis hunger, his need, his complete obsession with me.

Beckett's thrusts became harder and faster, his body slamming against mine. His cock pulsed inside me, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. “Fuck!”

"Come for me, Emily," he demanded, his voice a sinister growl. And with his final thrust, I did.

“Beckett!” I moaned, my body convulsing around him. My orgasm tore through me, leaving me breathless and shaking.

“Ah, fuck, Em!” His voice cut through the air as he followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he spilled himself inside me, his body trembling with release. “You take me so fucking well.” He praised me, his hands cupping my face and bringing his lips a mere inch from mine. “You’re still mine, Em. There’s no fucking doubt about it.”

And as much as I couldn't say it out loud… He was right.I was his.

He withdrew slowly, a soft moan escaping his lips before slipping off the bed and moving for the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the room as he returned with a damp cloth. With careful, tender movements, he wiped away the mixture of our arousal from between my thighs, an act so intimate and unexpected.

“Are you okay?” he asked, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Yes, Beckett. I’m okay,” I assured him as he pulled back the covers.

Ignoring the fact our clothes were all over the floor, he eased me under the blanket before sliding in beside me. He pulled me into his arms, his body already giving in to the desire to sleep.

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